Hi Wolfie. Glad you survived "Fat Tuesday" with your waistline where you want it.
I believe there may be some long forgotten but not shaken biological imperative to "Fat Tuesday". There is something like it wherever there is a carnival tradition. Brazil has it at the end of their carnival season, but they call it something else. Uruguay has it, there called "Pancake Day". Cuba has it, but may have taken it from the Spanish, or the Taino who already inhabited the island may have had something like carnival. Many first nations of this hemisphere already had something like it. Puerto Rico has carnival in Ponce. Spain has "Jueves Lardero" (fat Thursday) right before the fasting season of Lent. In France they have annual carnival in various cities. In Italy they celebrate "Carnevale". All of it takes place right before the Lenten fasting time.
The restaurants here in San Antonio have "Party Gras" the same week as New Orleans Mardi Gras, but we have our Fiesta later in the spring, the earliest rites of which originated with the Mexican culture that was here already when the Europeans arrived, no matter what the history over-writers want to make of them. That includes the "Battle of Flowers", which refers to the early spring flowers competing to please the gods. Carnival in Nice, France also has a "Battle of Flowers" day. New Orleans' Mardi Gras itself is really a misnomer. The celebration would be better described as "carnival" culminating Fat Tuesday, or "Mardi Gras", the last hurrah before Lent. In all instances of this global tradition, more elements have been piled on over the years.
Some who would try to look past the religious significance placed on Fat Tuesday (the religious overlay having really a very short time in the vast stretch of history) see it as a slaughter day, when we were are coming out of the lean times of winter. We would clean out what remained of our winter stores of foods and feast like mad, in anticipation and celebration of the coming re-greening of the land, birds laying eggs again, bunnies hopping around the hillsides, tender shoots popping out of the ground, fruit appearing again in the landscape.
This week I found myself fighting the urge to say "hell with eating plans, to hell with moderation" and it did leave me feeling uncomfortable, wondering why I would stray from the habits that leave me feeling in control, satisfied, never deprived. What sense of deprivation would make me have an extra cheat day on Fat Tuesday when our lives are no longer governed by seasons, by nature, by the availability of food?
Anyway, I'm glad you survived the "chezzz sauce" and would love to have the recipe. I made you a mashed potato cake to put your chezzz sauce on next time. It has some chicken on top to dip in the sauce too.
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